𝐒𝐠𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚.
@combustivesolution.bsky.social
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴: 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.
Pinned
“When in doubt,
blow something up.”
𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘚𝘤𝘺𝘭𝘭𝘢'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 343 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴
𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺
NSFW themes included
(Guns, Blood, Gore, Violence)
FC: Jennifer Lawrence
blow something up.”
𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘚𝘤𝘺𝘭𝘭𝘢'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 343 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴
𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺
NSFW themes included
(Guns, Blood, Gore, Violence)
FC: Jennifer Lawrence
Reposted by 𝐒𝐠𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚.
❝𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.ᐣ
ᅠᅠ――――――――――――――――――
ᅠᅠ» CPL. Daly, Adrianne | "Viper-7"
ᅠᅠ» Orbital Drop Shock Trooper.
ᅠᅠ» Office of Naval Intelligence, Delta-Six.
ᅠᅠ» Assaulter.
ᅠᅠ» #HaloRP | #HelldiversRP | #MVRP
ᅠᅠ――――――――――――――――――
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝘗𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮.ᐟ❞
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 「 ♥ + ⟳ 」
ᅠᅠ――――――――――――――――――
ᅠᅠ» CPL. Daly, Adrianne | "Viper-7"
ᅠᅠ» Orbital Drop Shock Trooper.
ᅠᅠ» Office of Naval Intelligence, Delta-Six.
ᅠᅠ» Assaulter.
ᅠᅠ» #HaloRP | #HelldiversRP | #MVRP
ᅠᅠ――――――――――――――――――
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝘗𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮.ᐟ❞
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 「 ♥ + ⟳ 」
August 26, 2025 at 9:24 PM
❝𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.ᐣ
ᅠᅠ――――――――――――――――――
ᅠᅠ» CPL. Daly, Adrianne | "Viper-7"
ᅠᅠ» Orbital Drop Shock Trooper.
ᅠᅠ» Office of Naval Intelligence, Delta-Six.
ᅠᅠ» Assaulter.
ᅠᅠ» #HaloRP | #HelldiversRP | #MVRP
ᅠᅠ――――――――――――――――――
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝘗𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮.ᐟ❞
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 「 ♥ + ⟳ 」
ᅠᅠ――――――――――――――――――
ᅠᅠ» CPL. Daly, Adrianne | "Viper-7"
ᅠᅠ» Orbital Drop Shock Trooper.
ᅠᅠ» Office of Naval Intelligence, Delta-Six.
ᅠᅠ» Assaulter.
ᅠᅠ» #HaloRP | #HelldiversRP | #MVRP
ᅠᅠ――――――――――――――――――
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝘗𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮.ᐟ❞
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 「 ♥ + ⟳ 」
Reposted by 𝐒𝐠𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚.
× take a seat, put up your 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵
I'll lend an ear & have
a нєαят • with a meal
and a 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 you'll
have your rest
for as 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠
as you
𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍
I'll lend an ear & have
a нєαят • with a meal
and a 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 you'll
have your rest
for as 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠
as you
𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍
a woman in a black jacket is holding a pot in her hand
ALT: a woman in a black jacket is holding a pot in her hand
media.tenor.com
May 7, 2025 at 9:57 AM
× take a seat, put up your 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵
I'll lend an ear & have
a нєαят • with a meal
and a 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 you'll
have your rest
for as 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠
as you
𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍
I'll lend an ear & have
a нєαят • with a meal
and a 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 you'll
have your rest
for as 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠
as you
𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍
( @eversorix.bsky.social )
Petra was dealing with a big one this time — A Nova Bomb.
With lead-lined Mjolnir gloves, she slowly removed the core after removing the wiring.
The device was flagged as malfunctioning after nearly going through the detonation phase.
The warhead's charge was removed —
Petra was dealing with a big one this time — A Nova Bomb.
With lead-lined Mjolnir gloves, she slowly removed the core after removing the wiring.
The device was flagged as malfunctioning after nearly going through the detonation phase.
The warhead's charge was removed —
October 26, 2025 at 12:12 AM
( @eversorix.bsky.social )
Petra was dealing with a big one this time — A Nova Bomb.
With lead-lined Mjolnir gloves, she slowly removed the core after removing the wiring.
The device was flagged as malfunctioning after nearly going through the detonation phase.
The warhead's charge was removed —
Petra was dealing with a big one this time — A Nova Bomb.
With lead-lined Mjolnir gloves, she slowly removed the core after removing the wiring.
The device was flagged as malfunctioning after nearly going through the detonation phase.
The warhead's charge was removed —
Currently preoccupied at the range—
Approach with caution, she is still in a mood.
Approach with caution, she is still in a mood.
September 10, 2025 at 3:00 AM
Currently preoccupied at the range—
Approach with caution, she is still in a mood.
Approach with caution, she is still in a mood.
Reposted by 𝐒𝐠𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚.
— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘
disposable ⑊ 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
┇ CTN0453-0 ┇
disposable ⑊ 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
┇ CTN0453-0 ┇
December 19, 2024 at 8:18 PM
— 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘
disposable ⑊ 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
┇ CTN0453-0 ┇
disposable ⑊ 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
┇ CTN0453-0 ┇
Reposted by 𝐒𝐠𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚.
// G130 //
» I'll 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓 a tale, 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 a story
& 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 it a little •
immortalise it 𝖆𝖑𝖑 to
never forget
𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 «
» I'll 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓 a tale, 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 a story
& 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 it a little •
immortalise it 𝖆𝖑𝖑 to
never forget
𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 «
October 17, 2024 at 8:03 AM
// G130 //
» I'll 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓 a tale, 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 a story
& 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 it a little •
immortalise it 𝖆𝖑𝖑 to
never forget
𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 «
» I'll 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓 a tale, 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 a story
& 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 it a little •
immortalise it 𝖆𝖑𝖑 to
never forget
𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 «
With a nod, she placed her helmet back on which masked her messy hair and teary eyes.
“Thank you, I apologize if I have brought back memories not wanting to be brought up.”
“Thank you, I apologize if I have brought back memories not wanting to be brought up.”
A short breath was all Ripley managed to buffer themself from an emotional reply. They glanced down the hall, then back down to Petra.
“Hey… I know.” Their smile was fine, though their expression remained soft. “I was… About to head to my quarters for the night. We can talk there if you’d like.”
“Hey… I know.” Their smile was fine, though their expression remained soft. “I was… About to head to my quarters for the night. We can talk there if you’d like.”
She didn't care if they did or not, Petra soon pulled the helmet off of her head.
Revealing her teary blue eyes, and messy blonde hair.
“I miss her, I miss home..”
There it was.. the facade of Petra's cold exterior cracking as it did on such a day, one would normally spent in utter isolation.
Revealing her teary blue eyes, and messy blonde hair.
“I miss her, I miss home..”
There it was.. the facade of Petra's cold exterior cracking as it did on such a day, one would normally spent in utter isolation.
May 12, 2025 at 12:41 AM
With a nod, she placed her helmet back on which masked her messy hair and teary eyes.
“Thank you, I apologize if I have brought back memories not wanting to be brought up.”
“Thank you, I apologize if I have brought back memories not wanting to be brought up.”
She didn't care if they did or not, Petra soon pulled the helmet off of her head.
Revealing her teary blue eyes, and messy blonde hair.
“I miss her, I miss home..”
There it was.. the facade of Petra's cold exterior cracking as it did on such a day, one would normally spent in utter isolation.
Revealing her teary blue eyes, and messy blonde hair.
“I miss her, I miss home..”
There it was.. the facade of Petra's cold exterior cracking as it did on such a day, one would normally spent in utter isolation.
“Hey there.” Draping their arms around Petra, they returned the embrace with care not to squeeze her too tightly. They were still doing their best to keep their happy facade up. It wouldn’t do them any good to show just how emotional they were feeling in the hall, where everyone could see.
In that moment, that shoulder squeeze was returned with a very TIGHT bear hug.
Ripley was enveloped by the Helljumper, her head turned to the left and placed on their chest.
Something she had never received until now.
Ripley was enveloped by the Helljumper, her head turned to the left and placed on their chest.
Something she had never received until now.
May 12, 2025 at 12:35 AM
She didn't care if they did or not, Petra soon pulled the helmet off of her head.
Revealing her teary blue eyes, and messy blonde hair.
“I miss her, I miss home..”
There it was.. the facade of Petra's cold exterior cracking as it did on such a day, one would normally spent in utter isolation.
Revealing her teary blue eyes, and messy blonde hair.
“I miss her, I miss home..”
There it was.. the facade of Petra's cold exterior cracking as it did on such a day, one would normally spent in utter isolation.
In that moment, that shoulder squeeze was returned with a very TIGHT bear hug.
Ripley was enveloped by the Helljumper, her head turned to the left and placed on their chest.
Something she had never received until now.
Ripley was enveloped by the Helljumper, her head turned to the left and placed on their chest.
Something she had never received until now.
It was not a topic Ripley liked to speak about, or give much thought to. Trying to keep the memories out was a hard enough daily chore. “I’m glad you made it out, soldier.”
They reached out to give the ODST’s shoulder a light squeeze.
They reached out to give the ODST’s shoulder a light squeeze.
“I was a young Marine Private First Class when it happened, got the call off base to help.. Barely got off world..”
The urge to hug the everlasting HELL out of Ripley is growing.
The urge to hug the everlasting HELL out of Ripley is growing.
May 12, 2025 at 12:26 AM
In that moment, that shoulder squeeze was returned with a very TIGHT bear hug.
Ripley was enveloped by the Helljumper, her head turned to the left and placed on their chest.
Something she had never received until now.
Ripley was enveloped by the Helljumper, her head turned to the left and placed on their chest.
Something she had never received until now.
“I was a young Marine Private First Class when it happened, got the call off base to help.. Barely got off world..”
The urge to hug the everlasting HELL out of Ripley is growing.
The urge to hug the everlasting HELL out of Ripley is growing.
Immediately their smile softened to one of understanding and masked hurt. “Oh.”
There was a short pause before they continued. “Were you serving when it all happened?”
There was a short pause before they continued. “Were you serving when it all happened?”
When Ripley had looked up, an audible sniffle came from the Helljumper and spoke quickly.
“I have heard you're from the same planet as me.”
She looked at their file along with anyone else, she wanted to see who else survived the same shit she did.
“I have heard you're from the same planet as me.”
She looked at their file along with anyone else, she wanted to see who else survived the same shit she did.
May 12, 2025 at 12:18 AM
“I was a young Marine Private First Class when it happened, got the call off base to help.. Barely got off world..”
The urge to hug the everlasting HELL out of Ripley is growing.
The urge to hug the everlasting HELL out of Ripley is growing.
“I do.”
Her helmet turned, alongside her head to the bottle of Chardonnay, something she can still taste too.
It had been years since her first and final glass.
“Chardonnay, a good bottle.. I haven't drank that since my graduation.”
Her helmet turned, alongside her head to the bottle of Chardonnay, something she can still taste too.
It had been years since her first and final glass.
“Chardonnay, a good bottle.. I haven't drank that since my graduation.”
Cal inclined her head in understanding. Subtext received.
“Well I wasn’t looking, but I think 𝘺𝘰𝘶 were.” Her armored feet thumped lightly as she turned.
“You drink?” She help up her glass a little.
The sight of such a dainty glass in her armored hand had to be slightly comedic, no?
“Well I wasn’t looking, but I think 𝘺𝘰𝘶 were.” Her armored feet thumped lightly as she turned.
“You drink?” She help up her glass a little.
The sight of such a dainty glass in her armored hand had to be slightly comedic, no?
She shook her head, then spoke with a sigh that was muffled by the helmet.
“I am not here for that, just looking to see who'd be looking for company right now, not looking to be alone as of this moment.”
“I am not here for that, just looking to see who'd be looking for company right now, not looking to be alone as of this moment.”
May 12, 2025 at 12:16 AM
“I do.”
Her helmet turned, alongside her head to the bottle of Chardonnay, something she can still taste too.
It had been years since her first and final glass.
“Chardonnay, a good bottle.. I haven't drank that since my graduation.”
Her helmet turned, alongside her head to the bottle of Chardonnay, something she can still taste too.
It had been years since her first and final glass.
“Chardonnay, a good bottle.. I haven't drank that since my graduation.”
When Ripley had looked up, an audible sniffle came from the Helljumper and spoke quickly.
“I have heard you're from the same planet as me.”
She looked at their file along with anyone else, she wanted to see who else survived the same shit she did.
“I have heard you're from the same planet as me.”
She looked at their file along with anyone else, she wanted to see who else survived the same shit she did.
Wearing sweatpants and a tank top, Ripley had been prepping for a return to their quarters when they were sidetracked. They smiled their usual friendly smile and gave the ODST their full attention. “Yes?”
Cue Petra approaching @tundraborn.bsky.social with her helmet on, dressed in her ODST shirt with combat pants and boots.
“Captain?”
“Captain?”
May 12, 2025 at 12:12 AM
When Ripley had looked up, an audible sniffle came from the Helljumper and spoke quickly.
“I have heard you're from the same planet as me.”
She looked at their file along with anyone else, she wanted to see who else survived the same shit she did.
“I have heard you're from the same planet as me.”
She looked at their file along with anyone else, she wanted to see who else survived the same shit she did.
She shook her head, then spoke with a sigh that was muffled by the helmet.
“I am not here for that, just looking to see who'd be looking for company right now, not looking to be alone as of this moment.”
“I am not here for that, just looking to see who'd be looking for company right now, not looking to be alone as of this moment.”
Cal turns at the sound of Petra entering.
“If you’re needing weapons worked on, it’ll have to wait till duty hours tomorrow.” She followed the statement with a sip.
“If you’re needing weapons worked on, it’ll have to wait till duty hours tomorrow.” She followed the statement with a sip.
Awesome.
Petra strolls on in, her helmet on even in her standard ODST shirt and combat pants and boots.
A ritual she does for Mother's Day and Father's day.
Petra strolls on in, her helmet on even in her standard ODST shirt and combat pants and boots.
A ritual she does for Mother's Day and Father's day.
May 12, 2025 at 12:10 AM
She shook her head, then spoke with a sigh that was muffled by the helmet.
“I am not here for that, just looking to see who'd be looking for company right now, not looking to be alone as of this moment.”
“I am not here for that, just looking to see who'd be looking for company right now, not looking to be alone as of this moment.”
Cue Petra approaching @tundraborn.bsky.social with her helmet on, dressed in her ODST shirt with combat pants and boots.
“Captain?”
“Captain?”
May 12, 2025 at 12:06 AM
Cue Petra approaching @tundraborn.bsky.social with her helmet on, dressed in her ODST shirt with combat pants and boots.
“Captain?”
“Captain?”
Awesome.
Petra strolls on in, her helmet on even in her standard ODST shirt and combat pants and boots.
A ritual she does for Mother's Day and Father's day.
Petra strolls on in, her helmet on even in her standard ODST shirt and combat pants and boots.
A ritual she does for Mother's Day and Father's day.
Cal’s not on duty, but the doors are open, so the other is welcome.
Petra might join the Spartan, if she is looking for company that is.
A day that is rough for her, very.
A day that is rough for her, very.
May 12, 2025 at 12:03 AM
Awesome.
Petra strolls on in, her helmet on even in her standard ODST shirt and combat pants and boots.
A ritual she does for Mother's Day and Father's day.
Petra strolls on in, her helmet on even in her standard ODST shirt and combat pants and boots.
A ritual she does for Mother's Day and Father's day.
Reposted by 𝐒𝐠𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚.
November 21, 2024 at 3:39 PM
Petra might join the Spartan, if she is looking for company that is.
A day that is rough for her, very.
A day that is rough for her, very.
A glass of Chardonnay, raised to the viewport of her workshop, a silent toast to her mother.
May 12, 2025 at 12:00 AM
Petra might join the Spartan, if she is looking for company that is.
A day that is rough for her, very.
A day that is rough for her, very.
“Why should I? Or perhaps I could report this for negligent use of UNSC equipment, because I am quite frankly over the games.”
She walked over, opening the vault and pulled the drone, holding it in a fist.
“I catch this thing in earshot and I will swat it like a Banshee out of the sky..”
She walked over, opening the vault and pulled the drone, holding it in a fist.
“I catch this thing in earshot and I will swat it like a Banshee out of the sky..”
“Awe, somebody is cranky.” Entirely unfazed by the other’s words and demeanor, Nycaise looked to the source of the alarm. For a few moments she eyed the safe before scoffing and looking back to Petra. That safe would not stop her for very long if she just chose to brute force her drone free, but —
“So, you are the little pest who thinks it is funny to pester someone with a drone? You are lucky it's still able to fly and not crushed under my boot.”
Petra glared at the Spartan, unimpressed and ticked off.
All the while, semi-muffled blaring could be heard.
“We are *soldiers* not clowns, and—
Petra glared at the Spartan, unimpressed and ticked off.
All the while, semi-muffled blaring could be heard.
“We are *soldiers* not clowns, and—
March 29, 2025 at 5:06 AM
“Why should I? Or perhaps I could report this for negligent use of UNSC equipment, because I am quite frankly over the games.”
She walked over, opening the vault and pulled the drone, holding it in a fist.
“I catch this thing in earshot and I will swat it like a Banshee out of the sky..”
She walked over, opening the vault and pulled the drone, holding it in a fist.
“I catch this thing in earshot and I will swat it like a Banshee out of the sky..”
“So, you are the little pest who thinks it is funny to pester someone with a drone? You are lucky it's still able to fly and not crushed under my boot.”
Petra glared at the Spartan, unimpressed and ticked off.
All the while, semi-muffled blaring could be heard.
“We are *soldiers* not clowns, and—
Petra glared at the Spartan, unimpressed and ticked off.
All the while, semi-muffled blaring could be heard.
“We are *soldiers* not clowns, and—
The door opened, and in stepped the Spartan-II. With her arms crossed over her chest, Nycaise stepped up to the ODST. Despite her drone being held captive, she already seemed more amused than annoyed. “I think you have something of mine.”
“Enter..”
Petra glared at the door, waiting for the responsible individual for such a drone.
She was very ticked off from previous events before this, so she wasn't in the mood for any fuckery.
Petra glared at the door, waiting for the responsible individual for such a drone.
She was very ticked off from previous events before this, so she wasn't in the mood for any fuckery.
March 29, 2025 at 3:42 AM
“So, you are the little pest who thinks it is funny to pester someone with a drone? You are lucky it's still able to fly and not crushed under my boot.”
Petra glared at the Spartan, unimpressed and ticked off.
All the while, semi-muffled blaring could be heard.
“We are *soldiers* not clowns, and—
Petra glared at the Spartan, unimpressed and ticked off.
All the while, semi-muffled blaring could be heard.
“We are *soldiers* not clowns, and—
“Enter..”
Petra glared at the door, waiting for the responsible individual for such a drone.
She was very ticked off from previous events before this, so she wasn't in the mood for any fuckery.
Petra glared at the door, waiting for the responsible individual for such a drone.
She was very ticked off from previous events before this, so she wasn't in the mood for any fuckery.
Following roughly ten minutes of obnoxious blaring, the drone’s uninterrupted noise was joined by loud knocking on the ODST’s door.
The alarm didn't phase her either, so she sat at her small desk in her room and waited for the perpetrator of the small drone.
A foot tapping irritably.
A foot tapping irritably.
March 29, 2025 at 3:22 AM
“Enter..”
Petra glared at the door, waiting for the responsible individual for such a drone.
She was very ticked off from previous events before this, so she wasn't in the mood for any fuckery.
Petra glared at the door, waiting for the responsible individual for such a drone.
She was very ticked off from previous events before this, so she wasn't in the mood for any fuckery.
The alarm didn't phase her either, so she sat at her small desk in her room and waited for the perpetrator of the small drone.
A foot tapping irritably.
A foot tapping irritably.
And in the meantime, the drone will be blaring an ear-piercing alarm in protest. It’s loud enough to be heard outside the room and down the hall.
Not to worry: Nycaise will be arriving shortly.
Not to worry: Nycaise will be arriving shortly.
The glitter canister didn't yield the exact result as Nycaise wanted as she stood up and walked to her quarters.
Putting the little drone into a small safe she had, locking it.
Nycaise will have to get it on her own.
Putting the little drone into a small safe she had, locking it.
Nycaise will have to get it on her own.
March 29, 2025 at 1:54 AM
The alarm didn't phase her either, so she sat at her small desk in her room and waited for the perpetrator of the small drone.
A foot tapping irritably.
A foot tapping irritably.